Zhang Tiezui straightened his clothes, then smiled at Manager Wang and said, "Thank you very much, Manager Wang, for taking care of me. Then I'll go on stage!"

"Go for it!"

Manager Wang said very coldly that despite Wang Gui's instructions, he was still a little dissatisfied with Zhang Tiezui.

Zhang Tiezui didn't care about Manager Wang's attitude. He just took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.

There are many guests in the restaurant today, and the hall seems a bit noisy.

Zhang Tiezui has been in Wazi for so many years and has regular customers wherever he goes.

So as soon as Zhang Tiezui came on stage, someone below asked loudly: "Old Zhang, are you talking about the red-haired girl or the man with the curly beard today?"

Zhang Tiezui cupped his hands and cleared his throat.

"Dear readers, today we are not going to talk about red whiskers, let alone curly beards. Zhang has prepared a new story for you, called Di Gong's Case, also known as the Legend of Di Renjie's Case!"

Upon hearing the new story, several regular customers below were also a little surprised.

These people all know that Zhang Tiezui has not told a new story for many years.

Of course, more diners didn't care about Zhang Tiezui on the stage. After all, they were here mainly to eat. Whether it was playing, singing or telling stories, they just listened.

"It is said that during the Yonghui period of the Tang Dynasty, Di Renjie took two guards to Bingzhou to take office. One day he walked to the mountains. When he was worried about having nowhere to stay at night, he suddenly saw a temple in the mountains..."

Zhang Tiezui's voice is crisp and his words are clear.

Under his narration, Di Renjie and his party are taken as the perspective, the mountain temple is the stage, and various characters appear one after another.

The monks in the temple appear to be compassionate but hide evil intentions.

The merchants who escorted the goods had ulterior motives.

The scholar rushing to take the exam hides another identity.

As well as the strange figure of the woman in the temple, coupled with the continuous deaths, the story fell into a tense environment from the beginning.

The diners in the audience were a little careless at first.

But as the plot progressed, the diners stopped their chopsticks one after another and listened quietly to Zhang Tiezui's narration.

Ning Fu stood in the audience, and Wang Gui next to him was also so entranced that he even forgot to pet the white cat in his arms.

Occasionally, customers came in and were shocked to see the situation in the store, but the store clerk completely forgot to greet the customers.

Half an hour later, Zhang Tiezui set up a suspense, calling it a "button" in the storyteller's jargon. Then he slapped the table and said, "If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation next time!"

"Stop it, Lao Zhang, you are so unreasonable. You just stopped talking when you got to the exciting part!"

A customer below shouted in dissatisfaction.

"That's it, you can't stop, keep talking!"

"Reward! Keep talking!"

…

The diners kept clamoring.

Although the words were different, the opinions were very unified, and they all asked Zhang Tiezui to continue speaking.

At the same time, handfuls of copper coins were rewarded on the stage.

Faced with the rising enthusiasm of the diners, Zhang Tiezui could only do so reluctantly.

"Since everyone is so supportive, Zhang will continue talking to the next chapter, but please allow me to drink a cup of tea to moisten my throat!"

But as soon as Zhang Tiezui finished speaking, someone immediately stood up and shouted: "What's so good about tea? If you serve wine, I'll pay for it!"

Immediately a waiter brought a bottle of wine.

Manager Wang, who was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Tiezui just now, snatched the wine bottle and served it to Zhang Tiezui himself.

This time Zhang Tiezui was full of enthusiasm and drank most of the wine bottle in one go.

Then he slammed the wine bottle on the table and continued talking about the book from last time.

Wang Gui finally came to his senses at this time. He looked at Ning Fu with a look of wonder on his face and whispered: "Little Prince, your gift is not small!"

"Uncle Zhang is my elder, so I should help him!"

Ning Fu replied with a smile.

Wang Gui hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and then asked again: "I used to listen to Mr. Zhang's storytelling a lot, but what he said today is very different from before. I don't know..."

"I did write the script." Ning Fu admitted directly.

"The young man is so talented, it will be easy for him to call the Donghua Gate in the future!" Wang Gui said solemnly.

Regarding Wang Gui's words, Ning Fu just smiled and did not answer. If the imperial examination tests novels, he will definitely be on the list.

Zhang Tiezui finished speaking for the second time, but the diners in the audience still refused to let him step down.

Several high-rollers even spent large sums of money, so Zhang Tiezui was reluctant and could only continue the third episode.

Ning Fu didn't listen any more, not because he didn't want to hear it, but because of today's situation, he had to finish the second half of the case tonight, otherwise Zhang Tiezui would have nothing to talk about tomorrow.

So Ning Fu said goodbye to Wang Gui.

After leaving the restaurant, it was now the busiest time in Wazi. The streets were brightly lit and full of pedestrians.

Although Tianshui Wazi has declined in recent years, the foundation is still there and there are still many customers who are willing to come and play.

It's just that fewer and fewer people are willing to spend money.

"Wazi is an entertainment platform, but the output of this entertainment platform is drying up. Just like Uncle Zhang, no matter how talented he is, the audience will be tired of hearing the same jokes for decades.

Naturally, I don’t want to spend money.”

Ning Fu whispered that this was the conclusion he came to after collecting the sweet water tiles recently.

Ning Fu got up very late the next day, mainly because he wrote until midnight last night and finally finished writing the first case.

Ning Fu came to the kitchen yawning and saw Hu Tou busy preparing ingredients, which made him stop immediately.

"Don't be busy, Hutou. Dongxianlou is open today and sells braised noodles, so we don't have to open the door!"

"Ah? I'm almost ready."

Hu Tou was a little embarrassed and said that Ning Fu forgot to explain to him when he came back yesterday, so he didn't know that he didn't have to open the door today.

"It's okay, let's keep it for ourselves. It's so cold anyway, so it won't go away for a while!" Ning Fu replied with a smile.

"Oh!" Hutou nodded, and then asked, "Then what should I do next?"

"You go find a bricklayer and a carpenter and repair the store. We will have bigger business to do in a few days!" Ning Fu explained.

"good!"

After Hutou said this, he took off his apron, turned around and walked out of the store.

"Did you have meal?"

Ning Fu asked loudly to the angry tiger head.

"Already eaten~"

The tiger's head's voice came from afar, and the man had already disappeared.

Ning Fu smiled and shook his head, serving himself a bowl of mutton soup for breakfast.

But while I was eating here, I suddenly saw Zhang Tiezui rushing in in a hurry.

"Boom!"

Zhang Tiezui placed the bag in his hand heavily on the table and said with excitement: "Xiao Yi, this is what I earned yesterday, nearly two thousand dollars, don't think it's too little!"

"Uncle Zhang, what are you doing?"

Ning Fu stood up quickly and said.

"You spent a lot of effort to write the story. Of course, you can't let your work go in vain. After the Dongxian Tower ended yesterday, another Goubaan invited me to come over. I gave seven or eight lectures in a row. I didn't come back until midnight. It's all your fault.

It’s my credit, so you must accept the money!”

Zhang Tiezui talked about yesterday's situation with a very excited expression on his face.

After many years, he once again experienced the feeling of being popular when he was young. In comparison, making money seemed unimportant.

"You earned this money yourself, I can't accept it!"

Ning Fu declined again.

"I know how much I am capable of. If it weren't for your story book, how could anyone else hire me? This money should be regarded as the money I paid for your story book!"

Zhang Tiezui persisted very stubbornly.

Ning Fu declined several times, but Zhang Tiezui insisted on keeping the money.

In the end, Ning Fu had to say: "Okay, I can accept the money, but only this time. For the subsequent scripts, Uncle Zhang, please don't give me any more money, otherwise I won't write them."

"Okay, I know you are not short of money, Xiao Yi, but this is also my intention, otherwise I will feel uneasy!"

Zhang Tiezui nodded. With Ning Fu's storybook, making money was no longer difficult for him.
To be continued...